The battlefield was filled with all kinds of sounds, the screams of the zerg, the roars of humans. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info a steady stream of Imperial warriors rushed into the battlefield, only to be quickly overwhelmed by the larger number of Zerg.

The warriors are not afraid of death, and the zerg are tireless.

But what exactly is this war fought for? What is the purpose of the withering of countless lives? Belief? Honor? Homeland?

Brahman doesn't understand and won't understand. Now he is just an aimless traveler.

He stood there quietly, witnessing the image of the two torrents constantly pounding together, and he couldn't help but wonder, is the existence of life really meaningful?

From birth to death, this is a necessary process, a fate that no one can escape, so what is the difference between earlier and later?

Along the way, he has witnessed too many misfortunes and too many lives withering.

"Mother!" The sharp and immature children's voice was full of panic, and a seven or eight-year-old child was thrown out of the insect tide.

"Muka, let's go! Come on! The loud shouts were instantly drowned out by the swarming sea of insects, and the sprayed blood reflected the reluctant eyes of the great mother, and everything became blood-colored fragments.

"Mother!" The child screamed frantically, struggling to pounce on the sea of insects, his immature face was not the innocence that should be at such an age, but the despair and exhaustion that only a person who has suffered a lot can have.

The child finally rushed into the sea of insects, and was instantly submerged without a trace.

If you have to die, why live? Brahma's pupils reflected the sorrow of all beings, and if this poor child, if his end was destined to be a painful death, then why did he have to go through those more painful lives?

"Ahh The angry yelling interrupted Fan's thoughts, and a violent "wave" suddenly appeared in the endless sea of worms, and the soldiers wearing the uniform of the imperial military police rushed out with a wounded child in their arms. The warrior was covered in blood, but he still held the child tightly, and would rather die than let go.

The warrior rushed left and right, and his bravery finally gave them a chance to survive, and the bugs also knew that this man was powerful, and after chasing for a few moments, they finally gave up.

"Let it go! Let go! I'm looking for my mother! I'm looking for my mother! The child struggled with his limbs, unappreciative.

"Your mother is dead!" The warrior roared, and the thick blood startled the child from crying.

"Your mother is dead." The warrior paused for a moment, slowed his tone and repeated softly.

The child looked at the warrior in a daze, the pain and fear seemed to crush his thin body, he could no longer hold back the sadness in his heart, hugged the warrior hard, and began to cry.

"Uncle, my mother is dead, my mother is dead! What should I do, I don't want my mother to die! ”

The warrior patted the child gently on the back, unable to utter a word, for for such a young child, the mother was the only pillar in his world, and any words of comfort at this time would pale in comparison.

"Uncle, will you let me go to my mother? I can't live alone, I can't live without my mother. The child wept bitterly, and the words came from the heart.

Looking at the child's desperate and grief-stricken face, the warrior knew that he could not remain silent, because the fate of the child was in his hands.

"Muka, no one will die if they leave others, anyone can rely on themselves to survive, we have to be strong."

"But uncle, it's really hard to live, even if my mother tried everything to earn food, we still had a very hard time, and now my mother is dead, there is no point in my life, since life is so painful, why can't I die to relieve it?" The child choked.

The warrior's expression slowly became solemn, "Muka, we don't live for happiness, we don't die for liberation, we live for ourselves, for responsibility, but also for others, for your mother." ”

The child was ignorant, he couldn't understand the profound meaning of the warrior's words, but there was one sentence he understood, "Uncle Kane, my mother is dead, and I can't live for her." ”

"No, your mother is not dead, she will live with you forever." The warrior lightly pointed to Muka's left chest, "You have to live for her, to continue her life in exchange for this chance for you to live, if you love your mother, then you should live." ”

"But...... I don't see hope of being alive......"

The painful life has given this child a character and worldview that is far more mature than his peers, and it has also brought him more hardship and suffering.

"People don't live for hope, but live to see hope."

The child thought for a long time, "Uncle, I want revenge!" I want to kill all the bugs! As long as I live, will I really be able to see these hopes? ”

"Yes." The warrior replied categorically, "As long as you live, there will be hope for everything." ”

"Will tomorrow be better?"

"Tomorrow will only be better!"

The immature child finally wiped away his tears and left the warrior's arms strongly, "Uncle Kane, there are some things you said that I don't understand, but I will definitely remember them. The warrior smiled softly and touched the child's head.

Van silently watched everything that was happening in front of him, pondering.

"If this child lives for his mother, then for whom?" Looking at the endless sea of killing insects, another face appeared in Fan's heart, with a sapphire-like clear pupil, a blurred face, "Is that you?" Van sighed softly.

"Sir, can you help me take care of this child? This line of defense can't do without me, I have to go back. If I'm still alive after this war, you can take this kid to the gendarmerie to find me, my name is Kane, Kane. Benzel, a lot of people know me. Kane sincerely looked at Van who had been standing quietly not far away.

"Kane." Van muttered softly.

"Thank you." He thanked him for no reason.

"What?" Kane was a little confused for a moment.

"Have a good rest, take this child with you." Van said as he walked to the front line step by step.

"But ......"

Kane's words were still in his throat, and he was immediately choked by what was happening in front of him.

The hand rises, and the knife falls.

Bright green insect fluid splashed on his cheeks, slowly dripping along the contours of his face, and the hideous insect head rolled to his feet, and the four clear white marks on the skull made Kane shocked.

Fan Xianting strolled, the broad back was so tall at this time, and the pitch-black short knife held in his left hand was so sharp and firm!

"Let's go, I'm here." (To be continued.) )